Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 103 Honeymoon (2) [R-18]

Chapter 103: Honeymoon (2) [R-18]

It could be said that sex began a new stage in relationships, or at least was a fin to get-to-knowing level. Well, some people already rocked beds on the first dates, but Hunter knew that he wasn't building relationships with nobodies.

His girlfriend was of a royal birth with a rich past full of challenges and troubles.

To make her feel so warm and smile like that, Hunter was immensely proud of himself.

He also fell so much more in love with her.

Yet, the words that Aimee had muttered broke some of Hunter's principles. A few gears shifted in his mind, and he no longer wanted to build a relationship but to seize his prize.

His prize—Aimee.

Leaning over her voluptuous body, Hunter entirely draped her and locked his eyes with hers. His wolfish gaze held her breathless for a few seconds. Before long, Aimee parted her lips wide, blowing out a few lovely whimpers, for Hunter had slipped his hands into her shirt to squeeze her breasts.

A pair of raw and ample breasts was now finally cradled in his hands.

Hunter himself grew weak for a second as the softness and tenderness of Aimee's tits were recorded by his brain. He unconsciously gave her more squeezes, all while curving his lips wide and getting red. Soon, Hunter was the one guiding his hands, coping a feel out of this world.

Well, for a virgin man who hadn't had many chances to develop relationships in both his lives, Hunter didn't feel like he was exaggerating. Moreover, Aimee was now a different woman with divine blood flowing in her veins, so perhaps what he felt was right.

Did it matter, though? His girlfriend felt so awesome! There was also an allure of obscurity as he had his hands shoved into her shirt, witnessing what he was doing through a piece of a thin cloth. That compelled him to look up at Aimee's face, which was basking in love, happiness, excitement, and amusement.

This tapestry of sexiness and love draping her face and how Aimee naturally used it by lolling out her tongue and smiling at him was enough to smite Hunter deeper, forcing him to stop his fondling to just hold her tits in one strong grip.

Which resulted in Aimee yelping in a cute moan.

Hunter grew breathless again while the heat growing up in his pants seemed to harden even more. He leaned down and started rolling up Aimee's shirt to see what his hands were knocking off. As the unnecessary cloth was thrown away, Hunter had bare tits ravaged by him jutting out before his face—the sight he would never forget.

Those had been mercilessly kneaded by him, so he saw the red trials over their supple flesh etched, which were caused by his claws pulling them around. However, her erect nipples were what gathered Hunter's attention. He had felt them already, but now that they were before him, he couldn't take his eyes off them.

The two lovely circles were crowned by two pillars, casting a shadow over the pert flesh, begging for some attention. Hunter licked his lips as he used his thumbs to roll Aimee's nipples around while cradling her spilling chest.

Now that all was bare, he took pleasure and pride in shaping those two ample tits to his liking. He was bending his fingers as though playing an instrument, pulling his hands up to get a better view, and even stretched those irresistible boobs in different directions, peeking into the cleavage on which Aimee's sweat glided down.

It was just not sweat; a streak of silver and glimmering saliva was dripping down Aimee's chin, finding its way into her soft valley. Hunter's curiosity and sex drive, which he used to bully her tits, turned her on too much.

At last, Hunter gave in to his desire to kiss those tits. He dropped onto those pillows with a loud smack, planting his lips onto Aimee's nipple before rolling his tongue around her areola. He didn't forget to lick the red trails his claws had left on this supple flesh as well.

As Aimee writhed in pleasure, with her soft moans sliding into Hunter's heart and soul, Hunter carried on showering her chest with his feelings, taking his prize into his mouth and hands. Down below, his cock was like a hardened spear, hurting him a little as he hadn't given it any thought at all.

For a moment, Hunter conjured an image of himself standing up and stuffing his manhood between Aimee's chest, straight into that wet cleavage, which seemed more than ready to take him in there.

But he didn't feel like this kind of stuff was fine for their first time.

He dispelled this image and decided to go down. He begrudgingly let Aimee's chest go and put his hands on her sides, slowly going down. That naturally drew Aimee's attention. While he slid his hands down on her torso, framing her flawless figure, Aimee sat on her elbows and gazed at his next moves.

Below her face, the messed up chest heaved up and down as though Aimee had left the training chamber.

Hunter exchanged a short eye contact with his girlfriend before restarting his descent. As he got down, he hadn't forgotten to appreciate how good Aimee's body was. He kissed her smooth skin and toned muscles. In fact, he spent some time trailing her abs with his fingers and tongue.

At last, however, he was before another obstacle. Shorts pants barred his way from reaching Aimee's nether region. As much as it tried to be an obstacle, Hunter just casually slid down pants down, then took in the sight of Aimee's thighs and black panties with frills, trying to protect Aimee's purity.

But as there was a wet stain on these, not so much of chastity was left.

Pulling them down, Hunter was forced by unspeakable force to take this matter slowly. There was a hint of excitement in slowly unveiling the most important prize, and even in his current overly selfish self, Hunter wanted to make this moment as sweet and proper as possible.

Finally, he got his eyes on the slit he had been yearning for a while.

It was adorned with a wet golden crown—the pubes. It was by no means bushy like some jungle. In fact, as much as Hunter was inexperienced, he could tell that it was properly trimmed. Perhaps Aimee had shaved herself down here while they were living in their apartment, for no one knew what Hunter would pull off, and just ignored it on their mission, as she wouldn't allow Hunter to indulge in pleasure during the job, so there was no need to take care of it.

Whatever it was, Hunter didn't think of this golden crown as a flaw or anything disgusting. He could see how much care Aimee had poured into herself to present herself to her beloved.

'If I were to stick my face into those pubes and get up with some wet streaks on my face, would Aimee get embarrassed? She surely would!' Hunter grinned as he indulged new ways and possibilities to see more of his girlfriend opened before him. He also extended his hand to peek into Aimee's pussy, slightly parting her lower lips.

He couldn't help but say what was on his mind, "You're so beautiful down here, Aimee."

Picking up that those words were honestly said and even unconsciously mumbled out, Aimee, relieved and content, leaned on her bed and parted her legs more, giving more access to her snatch. She slid down her hand and gently tugged on her clitoris, showing Hunter how she liked it to be treated.

Hunter was quite late to notice this arousing button. But as he caught what Aimee was doing, he understood what had to be done next. He stretched his neck toward her pussy and lapped leaking juices off it. The sour taste quickened his heart rate and turned him even hotter, with his vision somewhat spiraling.

She tasted so good that he was compelled to shut down all his senses to relish the taste. Of course, nothing could stop Hunter's tongue from sliding on Aimee's pussy so as to pick up the honey and have it roll down his throat. He got so immersed in it that he lost a passage of time.

Aimee herself was lost in the pleasure and her boyfriend sucking on her. Her slow and careful way of tugging on her clit became somewhat rougher and faster while her other hand strongly squeezed her breast. She pushed her little head into the pillow while jerking her crotch up, forcing her boyfriend to get even deeper into her, for Hunter had already shoved his tongue into her pussy.

Moans and slippery sounds filled the room as these two became engrossed in the pleasure and fun of sex. Their enjoyment continued for quite a while, as even Hunter, whose tongue became quite numb already, didn't want to halt and disappoint his girlfriend.

Soon…

"Hunter!" Aimee screamed, her inner walls clamping down on Hunter's tongue. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt what she often felt while about to finish masturbating—the orgasm. Her body spasmed and writhed, and her mind was lifted to the clouds of pleasure.

But as she was usually alone here as she relished this feeling while thinking of her boyfriend, now, Hunter's hands were tangled around her waist, and she felt his presence more than well, which heightened her orgasm. She converted all her feelings into the juices he had been sucking on, then squirted them all over his face.

Her eyes rolled back to her skull as bliss boomed in her curves and mind.

On the other hand, Hunter was pushed away by the stream of juices slapping his face. So much love had come out of Aimee that he ended up raising his head and looking down at her with wet hair and face, with so much liquid dripping off him as though someone had poured a bucket of water on him.

When he caught the sight of Aimee leaning against the pillow with her face messed up—disheveled hair, saliva oozing out from the corners of her lips, tears crumbling down her face, eyes rolled back, crimson blush plastered on her cheeks—and her chest roughly bobbing, Hunter reached his limit.

He pulled down his pants and took out his erect cock. It had so much heat and blood stuffed in its staff that seemingly veins of anger were bulging out on it.

"Aimee…" Hunter's rasping voice brought Aimee back to the reality.

She looked into his impatient expression, then lowered her eyes onto his cock. Her beloved was certainly above the average, and he was so thick down here, too. It was such a pleasant and enticing sight to look at that Aimee was feeling excited and happy.

Yet, for some reason, it seemed she had been the one to do all the rough actions, as Hunter's cock appeared to be mistreated and furious, with those veins rolling down its shaft.

Aimee chuckled, "It always took me an hour to get off alone, you know? I don't think I'll ever be able to return to masturbation."

Hunter smiled, "To be honest, I don't know how much time has passed. It says more than enough, though!"

He brandished his cock, signaling Aimee that it was time to get the real deal. However, that only served to startle Aimee as she hadn't expected that men could move their penises like that. She squealed with confusion and worriedly looked up at Hunter, only to see him confused.

A moment later, Hunter burst out laughing, "What? You thought we can't do that?" He then performed some cock dance, with his arms crossed and chin high. It bobbed up and down as though playing drums.

Aimee exasperatedly rolled her eyes before fixing her position on the bed. She laid herself comfortably on her back and parted her legs, allowing her boyfriend to pop her cherry while also becoming a man.

Hunter bit his lips as he nodded and brought his cock close to her pussy. He aligned it with her snatch, then caressed the burning tip on her lower lips, drawing a wide smile from Aimee—she was more than ready to have fun.

Unable to resist the allure of his beautiful girlfriend and his own impatience, Hunter leaned over Aimee, simultaneously pushing himself deeper into her wet wolds.

She was so tight that Hunter felt wounded down here! If it weren't for his cock steeled by the foreplay and for Aimee to be this wet, Hunter probably would have felt more pain! As much as Hunter studied intercourse before, he had forgotten about the lubrication in the heat of the moment.

That didn't mean he didn't feel good as well.

At some point, he stopped as he felt like he had torn through something. Aimee had also closed her eyes—a painful expression on her face.

It only lasted a few seconds, though. Meanwhile, a streak of blood found a way to ooze outside despite their connection.

The lovers kept themselves in sweet gazes while adjusting themselves down below.

Aimee extended her hand and caressed Hunter's cheek, smiling at him.

"Congratulations on losing your virginity, Hunter."

"You too, Aimee. You're a tough nut to crack, though."

"What could you mean by that?"

Her pussy contracted, keeping Hunter in a tight lock!

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her. After that, these two were in sync and ready to delve into the depths of the pleasure! Hunter began it with slow piston movements, stretching out Aimee's pink walls and shaping them to sheathe only him and him.

He was slow, so slow that Aimee's tits barely rolled around her chest. She could have extended her hands to intertwine her fingers with him, but Aimee decided to just invite her boyfriend for more sloppy kisses while both of them were getting used to sex and how it was.

She got up and wrapped her arms around his neck, then lolled out her tongue before tangling it with Hunter's. They kissed, locked in the embrace, while slow movements down below were gradually getting buffed up. Hunter soon folded over, putting Aimee back on the bed while leaning onto her.

Their kissing seemingly lost the passion, but that was all because Hunter had revved up down below, digging a little deeper into Aimee's pussy with much faster movement. He was also poking Aimee's G-spot, making her sometimes lose focus and gasp, losing all advantages she had developed.

Then, the stage in which Hunter could no longer kiss began. As much as shameful it was, he was reaching his limits, soon to be unable to hold himself back from coming within her. He buried his face in the pillow next to Aimee's face, increasing the pace of his piston movements.

He became uncontrollable down here, going back and forth as though his life depended on it. Which meant that Aimee was in such an ecstasy that she also couldn't focus on anything else—it was their first time, after all.

With her arms coiled around Hunter's back, Aimee closed her eyes and felt getting pinned down to the bed by the pleasure of sex and her boyfriend's hulking frame as he plucked her insides.

"Aimee… I can't… no longer…" Hunter groaned in Aimee's ear.

She screamed back, "Sure, fill me up!"

Locked within by Aimee wrapping her legs around his ass, Hunter was compelled to come inside, releasing the highest load of his life. He felt as though all his stamina went into that one shot, draining him of strength. In exchange for that, his body spasmed with pleasure as he fell onto Aimee's soft curves.

His girlfriend wasn't in a state to catch him as, for the first time in her life, she became filled to the brim.

Even though she hadn't come out alongside Hunter, it felt too good to focus on anything else.

Soon, Hunter took his cock off Aimee's pussy and laid next to her, his chest going up and down.

Aimee doubled over his arm and embraced him, folded over him. She brushed her little nose on his arm before tightening her cuddling and spilling more of her softness onto him. In the meantime, she felt all of Hunter's seed oozing out of her snatch. It was so hot she barely could think, and in fact, all of her actions were natural.

Hunter was also feeling leftovers from the sex. Moreover, he was reminded that his stamina was near unlimited, his cock already standing like a spear, brandishing and rearing to go for more.

Aimee caught sight of it and smiled, "So, you will make me come, right?"

"I will," Hunter replied with confidence. 'I need to practice endurance…'

Aimee extended her hand and gave Hunter's cock a few pumps, "I'll help you with that."

"Huh? You can read my mind?" Hunter turned over to his girlfriend, surprised she could read him so well. Were his thoughts written on his face?

Aimee lovingly smiled—a smile of a pure angel or perhaps just a woman in love— and replied, "Because I love you so much, I can tell what you're thinking."

"Oh…" Hunter got quite embarrassed yet happy.

"Even if my pussy gets sore and painful, I'll keep you busy as long as you want to practice your endurance," Aimee stated without any care for her own.

Hunter felt proud to have developed their relationship to this level and having filled his girlfriend with so much love, but he didn't want her to cross boundaries so much. He wanted her to think of herself as well.

That was why he rolled over to her side and landed his hand on her ass.

'…I haven't had time to cop her ass cheeks…'

For a moment, Hunter lost the intent behind his move and ended up kneading Aimee's ass.

He soon regained composure and slapped her bottom.

"If you're sore down here, tell me, and we will rest!" Hunter rebuked his girlfriend, unable to stop himself from fondling her ass.

Aimee took that as a hint and chuckled, "Right, there's a second hole to explore."

Hunter gasped.

His girlfriend became really too sexy!